Debussy didn’t believe in God
He didn’t believe in the establishment
He didn’t believe in bourgeois convention
He didn’t believe in Beethoven or Wagner
He believed in Debussy
Debussy understood that a work of art or an effort to create beauty was always regarded by some people as a personal attack
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He hated to appear in public
Hated to conduct
Hated to play the piano at concerts
He preferred cats to people
No one was ever sure whether the spite with which Debussy armed his volatile sensibility were activated by a savage insensitivity or by the holy egoism of genius